As I was awaiting the Number 5 tonight a Number 10 showed up. One of my fellow passengers-to-be spotted someone he knew on the bus and waved. The someone he knew tuned into some sort of neanderthal ape man, banging repeatedly on the window with the heel of his hand and mouthing words at his mate. Eventually, his mate caught on to his meaning, approached the window and took the bus ticket proffered through the window, which he then used to board the bus.
No words, just quiet disgust.